Our First Time: Anthology of a Menage Book 2

by Jennifer O'Donnell

  I cradled his balls in my hand, pulling back his foreskin until the entire shaft was exposed, the tip of his helmet buried in my throat, then back up again to the slimy tip. Outside, I heard an engine start up. Lawrence’s moving truck was leaving, and that meant he was alone. I sucked Frank’s cock harder and doubled my exuberance. He moaned, as the grip of his fingers on my hair tightened. Was Lawrence out there, watching and waiting for me? Frank’s breathing shuddered and halted in his throat, and after two more quick strokes he was firing hot spurt after spurt of seething passion into my mouth. I drank of him, squeezing his shaft with my hand, feeling the last of him ooze over my tongue.

  When Frank finally caught his breath, he tucked my hair over my ear and looked down at me. The flames behind me danced in his eyes. “That was nice, babe,” he said shaking his head, “Just what I needed.” He pulled me up and kissed me, slipping his tongue into my mouth, tasting his own essence. “I must be the luckiest man alive.”

  I laughed and bit at his neck playfully. “Don’t exaggerate!”

  “I’m not,” he said, still steadying his breathing. “You suck a good dick.”

  We both laughed as I slapped at his chest, my body still churning with molten lava inside. The question was “Whose cock had I been sucking? Frank’s or Lawrence’s? Who was it that had turned me on? “ I was conflicted now. Morally, I knew it was wrong, but my body didn’t care about that little detail. It was hungry. It was aching for pleasures of the past, pleasures that lay close by, only a few steps away.

  With a sudden movement, I placed my hands on the top of the sofa and pulled myself up, pushing my pussy into Frank’s face.

  “Eat me, Frank.”

  Frank tore off my panties. A moment later my world was darkness and starbursts, as I came in his open mouth, his tongue lashing me wickedly to orgasm, then I proceeded to cum again.

  When I was spent, and lay panting with my head on Frank’s shoulder, the warmth of an explosive orgasm cascaded over me in waves, and I gave some thought to what had just happened.

  As much as I hated to admit it, and as much as I knew it was wrong, I did want to fuck Lawrence. Either way, I had to tell Frank about our past before he discovered it for himself. Would he react with anger and jealousy? I didn’t think so. Would he react as Sophia suggested he would? I hoped so.

  The real question though, the one that bugged me the most, concerned my own feelings about Lawrence. Was I still so attracted to Lawrence Carmichael, my ex lover, that I’d be willing to put everything I had with Frank at risk for a night of exploration?

  I didn’t sleep very well that night.

  *****

  The next day, I couldn’t think straight. Work was a nightmare. I found myself drifting off in the middle of conversations, my mind always wandering to Lawrence. Confused and frustrated with myself, I took a half day off, and left for home. I needed to get home early and clear my head. I knew that it would only be a matter of time before my feelings for Lawrence lessened but I wanted that time to arrive quickly. I hated being out of control, both of my mind and body.

  Upon my arrival home, to my utter horror, I saw Lawrence standing on his front lawn stretching. What was this, some kind of game? He wasn’t just haunting my mind, now he was invading my total reality. I almost slammed my foot on the brake pedal, as panic overwhelmed me for a split-second. There was no way I could have avoided him. This was it. It was me about to look into the mirror and see the truth.

  As I drove closer to our house, I quickly contemplated driving past. Maybe I could avoid him, as he looked like he was about to go for a run, and if I drove around the block once more I might have been able to give him the slip. However, as I looked up I realized he had stopped stretching, and was now standing there staring right at me. This time it was different. It wasn’t dark, and his back wasn’t to me. His eyes drew me in, and seemed to take control of my actions. Instead of driving past, I slowed and turned into the driveway. Before I knew what was happening, I was sitting there with the engine running, anxiety stricken by the imminent reunion with Lawrence.

  “It’s been a long time, Sandy.” A familiar voice called out, breaking my composure, and causing me to jump in my seat. I glanced in my rear-view mirror and froze. Lawrence was approaching, moving confidently toward me and just a few feet away. His deep voice, smooth and powerful, still carried the same Texas twang as when I had known him before. “What are the chances?” he continued, his smile beaming at me in the rear view mirror as he approached. “Sandy Martinez...we’re neighbours!” My heart pounded painfully in my ears, drowning out all thought. I went rigid, stuck to my seat as if glued there. That voice had spoken in my ear before, words thick with passion, describing all the things he wanted to do to me—just before he carried those things out.

  He was at the window now, and for the first time in ten years I got a good look at the man who had once made me cum a dozen times in the space of a few hours. I had tried to kid myself, trying to convince myself that he was probably nothing like he used to be. Surely he’d put on weight, lost his former fitness and strength, and gained a few wrinkles to boot. The face staring in at me through the window, just inches from me, was exactly the same face I’d seen looking down on me all those years ago. He rapped on the window making me jump again, and I mentally slapped myself out of the stupor into which I’d fallen. What the hell was wrong with me? I hadn’t behaved this way in years. It was like I’d just met him all over again.

  I lowered the window. It would have been easier just to step outside and chat, but I couldn’t. “Lawrence...” I started to speak. Then our eyes met, and my body tensed at once. “I...I never expected to see you again—not like this anyway.” I held my hands in my lap, not allowing them to fidget.

  “Life’s funny like that,” he replied shaking his head, a smile playing about the corners of his mouth. His lips were still the same, pink and inviting, perfectly symmetrical, and his cheekbones were still as prominent as the jagged peaks of a mountain. “I always thought we had unfinished business.” he continued. Thankfully, he didn’t offer me his hand. He would have felt me trembling like a frightened child.

  “We broke up, Lawrence,” I asserted. “There is no unfinished business.” Okay, we hadn’t broken up in the traditional way, but it clearly ended. “Look, I don’t want this to be awkward,” I told him, more for my own sake than anything else. “We’re neighbours now, and I’m married, so unfinished business or not, we need to move on.” I wondered if the words slipping out of my mouth were really intended for Lawrence. I felt totally jammed. Sophia had suggested I was still attracted to Lawrence, and feelings were coming up to prove her right.

  Lawrence leaned forward, his hands resting on the roof of the car. “I’m happy for you, Sandy, and I’m looking forward to being neighbours.” Now he held out his hand, sticking it through the window, his eyes green as fresh water lagoons, unblinking and fixed on mine. “I’ll see you around.”

  I looked across at his hand, and for a moment I was lost in his form. His hands, so strong and sure, had once controlled me, submitting me to their will. My eyes travelled up his arm,and I remembered the power in them that lifted me like I weighed nothing and gently, but hungrily manoeuvred my ass into position. I blinked away the images, angry with myself. Lawrence smiled, and slowly withdrew his hand, his eyes still firmly on mine. An ache grew within me as he pulled his hand away. No matter how much I fought my desires, my physicality was taking over.

  Suddenly his scent was in my nostrils, a pleasant, warm smell, and another image flashed through my mind; Lawrence glistening with rivulets of sweat running along his body onto mine, and moving along the contours of taut muscles. The mirror in his old apartment had been positioned in his room across from the bed. I remembered watching him as he ruled me, his cock, curved like a scimitar delving inside me spreading heat throughout my body with each driving exploration. Then he was gone, before I could snap out of the dream. Like Dracula, he had seduced me, and then left li
ke a shadow. In reality, he was already halfway along the road, jogging in the opposite direction.

  I turned the key and the engine fell silent. The cold air wrapped itself around my naked arms, sending chills into my shoulders. I just sat there, numb with shock. It was true. I really did want to fuck Lawrence, and my body wouldn’t let me say no. Lawrence was right. There was unfinished business, but it wasn’t emotional or mental; it was purely physical. I staggered from the car, a need growing within me. I could feel the heat spreading between my legs as I walked up the driveway to the front door. My nipples pressed hard against the material of my blouse as if they would keep on swelling, until they ripped through. The sensations stirred my insides, and brought forth more and more lust, soaking my panties, which in turn massaged my growing clitoris as I walked.

  I burst through the door, slammed it behind me and tossed my bag to the floor. I didn’t even bother taking my shoes off. I went immediately to the sofa and sat on it, leaning back into the cushions. I was totally primal at this point, my body in the overpowering grip of carnal lust. The curtains were open, and daylight streamed in from the street, but I didn’t care. My mind was on one purpose only. I drew up my skirt around my hips with one hand, and with the other tugged my panties down off my thighs. Then once my skirt was on my stomach, I used both hands to remove the last obstacle to my satisfaction, and then tossed my panties across the room.

  My fingers found my pussy, three slid inside, and immediately were drenched in my juices; the other hand moved for my clit. I moaned freely and loudly, my reality flitting from past to present. One moment it was my fingers inside me, the next I saw Lawrence’s thick trunk slide into me, up to his balls and lift me upwards, jiggling my tits. Tremors raced through my body as my fingers worked faster and faster, the wet sounds reaching a quick tempo. At last I passed the point of no return, and rode pulsating waves of pleasure that shook, and crippled me. I lay back on the cushions, rays of warm sun striking my eyes. Breathing heavily, my mouth still open, my body quivering; I glanced toward the window. Something moved away from the glass but I didn’t catch it. A flash of grey, then nothing—but Lawrence had been wearing a grey tracksuit.

  I shot up and off the sofa and pulled my skirt down before running for the curtains. He had watched me as I masturbated! As I stood there in front of the open curtains, sweat trickling down my temple, I didn’t feel shame or shock. I felt excited, famished, in need of more stimulation, in need of Lawrence. Like an addictive drug, Lawrence had penetrated my mind and caused me to behave like he was still my lover. I slapped my forehead with the heel of my palm. What was I doing? Now things were even worse. Thanks to my carelessness, he knew that I wanted him. Certainly he would come after me , and I wasn’t sure if I could hold him off. Or maybe it was all in my head, and he had no interest in making me submit to his will. I sensed I would soon find out.

  *****

  “Are you going to tell me what’s wrong?”

  “Nothing, I’m just tired,” I told him wishing he would just go to sleep.

  I felt Frank’s body move against mine, his breath on the back of my neck. “You’ve been acting strange since yesterday,” he said running his fingers along my spine. “Did something happen when you went out?” The words floated in the air for a moment as I contemplated their meaning.

  “You knew?”

  “You forget that it’s me who likes to watch,” he told me. “Don’t you think I’ve learned anything after all these years? His hand slid between my legs, pushing them apart from behind. “Did you visit him?”

  I shifted toward Frank, pushing my ass at him until I felt his hard mass poking against my panties. “Visit who, Frank?” I’d underestimated Frank this time. He did like to watch; in fact it was once one of his favourite pastimes. I never watched, it has always been Frank’s thing . He liked spying on people as they fucked, getting high off their spent passions, loving the danger in the possibility of getting caught. He hadn’t done it since the Harrisons had moved away, but it was true. Frank was a voyeur. His lips were moist and cool on my skin as he kissed the nape of my neck, but then he pulled away. “Our new neighbour, don’t think I didn’t see the way you looked at him yesterday. I know the signs.” Frank adjusted me, clearing an opening for his cock. “You want to fuck him.” He said it like it was nothing, like he was simply stating a fact. “After the way you looked at him on Sunday, standing at the window, I knew it. There’s something you’re not telling me.”

  To the average onlooker, we appeared to be a normal couple approaching our thirties, probably trying for children. But we were anything, but normal. Frank got off spying on others as they had sex, and I got off on the stories he told me afterwards. It had become part of our life. I should have known that he’d put two and two together, but he wasn’t quite correct.

  “You’ve got it wrong, Frank.” I yelped as he slid his cock against my pussy lips, and then pulled it away. “I know him,” I said. “At least I used to know him.” I pushed myself toward him, wishing he would just slide inside me..

  Frank teased me, parting my lips with his head, before slipping away again. “Were you together?”

  “In high school yes, but we broke up, and I never saw him again until Saturday night,” I confessed. “I was afraid to tell you in case—”

  Frank laughed and entered me with a spearing thrust that penetrated me to my core. “You know I don’t get jealous, Sandy. The past is the past,” he paused, but continued to thrust, slowly sliding inside me, a hot slickness between my legs. “But it must have been something special, considering the way you’ve been acting.”

  I rode his strokes, savouring every inch of him. “At one time, yes, but it’s over now, Frank. It ended ten years ago.”

  Frank kissed his way to my ear, his hot breath washing over me as he whispered, “He’s a big man,” Frank said before moaning, deeply from his throat. “He must have been quite the catch in bed.” Frank shuddered and came inside me. When it was over, he pulled me around to face him. “I’m not jealous. I just want you to tell me the truth.”

  “I will,” I said, and I meant it this time. “There’s nothing going on between us, Frank.” I kissed him. I did love Frank, and had no intention of being unfaithful to him. The only problem was that I knew Lawrence wouldn’t let it be, and even worse, I wasn’t sure just how far things would go if Lawrence ever got me alone in a room with those hands of his.

  *****

  I managed to avoid Lawrence until the following Friday. By that time, I’d begun to see that I was only delaying, not preventing an encounter. I couldn’t shake him from my thoughts. My work had suffered, and I could sense Frank watching me more closely than ever. It’s hard to explain, but I could see in his eyes that he recognized that something was different about me. We hadn’t made love in a week, not since Frank had asked me about Lawrence. He still didn’t know the full truth—that Lawrence and I had been a sexual maelstrom together---and I felt that was just as well.

  I tried to clear my head, and swore that I’d never look at Lawrence again, or think about him. It was a futile effort because my body wouldn’t allow me to forget him, it remembered him, and it desired him. I’d masturbated repeatedly, but to no avail. Something had to give because Lawrence wasn’t going away. He was there to stay whether I liked it or not.

  I had to do something so I went to see him; I intended to ask him to leave. It was on Friday morning as I was driving to work that I came to the decision. The looming weekend, and the gloom of the early morning filled me with apprehension. How would I make it through the weekend feeling this way? I couldn’t hide it from Frank any longer, and I would either have to stay in all weekend, or creep away in my car like a criminal, should I want to go out. I turned on the radio hoping it would take my mind off things. A song I hadn’t heard before told me that I should “tell him,” and made me wonder...

  I sat up straight, my car idling as I waited for the green light. Maybe I could tell him, maybe I could tell him
to leave. Suddenly I began to feel better, like relief was on the horizon. Lawrence would, no doubt say no, but maybe I could convince him that it was for the best. With Lawrence gone, I could ignore my feelings. They would eventually go away and my life would return to normal, and simple again. I turned up the radio and began to sing along, at the top of my lungs, “Tell him...tell him...”

  I took off from work early---again. My boss wasn’t happy at all, and I was treading on paper-thin ice, but if my plan worked, Lawrence and my kinky past would disappear. It was just after four pm when I got home. I pulled into the driveway next to Lawrence’s car and got out. It was the first time I’d seen his car.

  I turned and my eyes fell on his garage, on the small window in the centre of the door. Maybe he was doing something in there? I made my way to the door and peered inside. My senses were knocked for a home run by the sight which greeted me.

  Lawrence, shirtless and sweating, muscles gleaming with toned perfection, was working out. The plan in my head evaporated that very instant. My breath trembled, and my body began to prepare itself, threads of pleasure emerging from my pussy, and spreading outwards entangling me. Lawrence was doing pull-ups; the front of his body visible to my wandering eyes.

  Though ten years had passed, and my body bore the scars of time, Lawrence looked like he’d just stepped out of stasis. At the top of each pull-up, he grunted, his teeth pressed together as he strained. I took a deep breath, closing my eyes. I felt a little woozy; I couldn’t go through with it, not now, not with him so...so fucking hot. He’d eat me alive, and I’d let him. I couldn’t tear my eyes from him. He jumped down from the pull-up bar and began to stretch, his back. The muscles in his back rippled and bulged and his ass cheeks clenched, the way they used to when I watched him plowing into me in the mirror. My pussy clenched and unclenched, hungry for something to hold and enjoy; I slid my hand along my upper thigh, but stopped it, before I could stroke myself, and looked around. It was a quiet neighbourhood in the suburbs of Seattle, and it was just as well to keep it quiet.